This is a song about "Eatin rice"

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Never really been into the ice

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

And we all right, and we law fight, shit's overturned, and i'm tossin' rice,

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

Eatin' crab out in malibu with no boo

Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh